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Click hereYou laughed and asked if I was hiding.
I smiled and said no, while all the time
Hiding from myself,
Who I am,
What I could be,
What I want to be.
I want to thank you for keeping a tiny part of me sane.
Well you have, maybe you didn't know
But I was sinking,
Sunk,
Lost deep within, my compass lost.
Not lost, tossed.
Can you call it slipping
When you jumped
And cried out for all to see?
At first I took you with me.
Let you see a shadow of that side of me.
You came along, asked me for more
Was then I feel the need.
So I rose up to your light,
Blinded before I just didn't know it.
Well, yes I did.
I knew those depths, and called them friends.
I couldn't wait to taste,
Feel, give, take,
I wanted it all.
But I found more in your eyes.
Laden with treasures from your simple touch.
Completed by your smallest smile.
Certain then I dare not tarnish
Or risk that final speck of what was me.
So yes, its true I'm hiding.
Until I rise from ghost to speck to skeleton
Grow flesh to house my soul
With no need to hide ever again from thee.
Or me.
I suppose we all hide from something in our lives...
Can you call it slipping when... Great lines - and I like your conversational structure.